returning from the dead with some soup/stews
been away for a little while, i'm back i think now. lots to catch up on 🫶🏼 missed u allxx
arthur morgan - something like a beef stew. thick, no-frills, been simmering a long time. gets the job done and then some.
dutch van der linde — French onion soup. looks incredibly sophisticated, takes forever to make, and is mostly just hot air under a fancy crust.
john marston — canned soup. humble, reliable, not trying to be anything it isn’t.
hosea matthews — a proper consommé. seems simple but requires incredible skill and patience. completely clear, nothing to hide.
lenny summers — chicken noodle soup. warm, comforting, everyone loves it, no notes.
javier escuella — pozole. rich, deeply layered, has real cultural roots and genuine warmth.
charles smith — venison stew. quiet, self-sufficient, made entirely from scratch with no shortcuts.
micah bell — sad gas station soup
sadie adler — chili. Started out mild, then someone added way too much heat and now it will absolutely destroy you.
bill williamson — beef and potato stew. dense, blunt, not very refined but fills you up.
karen jones — loaded baked potato soup. loud and indulgent and completely unapologetic about it. you either love it or you’re wrong.
strauss — cold borscht. precise, efficient, a little unsettling. feels transactional somehow.
sean macguire — minestrone. loud, chaotic, somehow has everything in it, and yet it works.
kieran duffy— leek & potato soup. gentle, unassuming, just trying its best. deserves better.
abigail roberts — tomato soup. dependable, sharp, underestimated. pairs well with everything.
mary-beth gaskill — sweet potato soup. soft and kind but with more depth than people expect.
jack marston - alphabet soup. childlike
pearson — clam chowder. the one actually responsible for feeding everyone and gets zero credit for it.
tilly jackson — spicy black bean soup. warm but don’t push her.
molly o'shea — a bisque that nobody in the camp actually appreciates.
